Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Visage,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.